His lips split into a scheming smile. “I told you before, food is the answer for everything. One bite of my croissant and I had my hooks in you.”
I give his ass a light smack for his sass, which only has him laughing harder. He’s not laughing for long.
I’ve never put on a condom faster in my life, then I’m lubing my fingers and quickly working him open until I’m confident that he can take my girth.
Milo’s babbling nonsense into the couch. He’s a puddle of want and need under me, and my words of taking my time come back to bite me in the ass.
“I’m ready, Rowan. Need you,” Milo pleads. He reaches back with his hand, swallowed by my leather jacket, and grabs any part of me he can reach.
The last of my restraint shatters, and I’m lubing myself up for him. Milo rocks back as soon as I press my cockhead to his entrance. The tip slips in, and we both moan.
I’m barely inside him, and the pleasure is already enough to take me out. I’m a live wire ready to explode. I take a minute, hoping to calm my nerves, but I should know Milo better than someone with patience.
“Please,” he begs, voice a whisper of its usual self, and his hand finds its way out of the sleeve of my leather jacket to claw at me.
This needy side of him draws a growl out of me. I still can’t deny him anything, so I give him exactly what he wants—what webothwant.
I slam hard into him until my groin is flush with his ass. We’re as connected as two people can get. My lids squeeze shut at the pleasure, and I see stars that look an awful lot like Milo’s sparkling gray eyes.
I’ve always enjoyed sex as much as the next guy, but it’s never been like this.
Explosive.
Like it’s all too much and still not enough.
Like I’m finally home.
Milo once joked about how he felt like he’s known me his entire life, and I think I understand what he means. Two energies that were wandering in this giant world, looking for the perfect synergy.
And I found it.
It’s him.
The need for him expands inside until I’m desperate for his lips. Milo is right there with me and is already looking over his shoulder for me.
I cover his body with mine so that our lips can meet. The kiss is everything, and despite not moving, despite only havingjustgotten inside of him, his sweet lips do me in, and I’m shooting into the condom before I can fully comprehend what’s happening.
“Fuck,” I curse into his neck. Milo’s clutching on to my arm and holding me hostage in this position. I’m grateful that he can’t see my current state, because I amnotokay.
I’m raw. Like my orgasm blew the truth I’ve been trying to ignore right into my face. I’m unable to hide that this little problem that Ican’thave has turned into something I now can’t live without.
I’m in love with Milo Tobitt.
Fuck!
What’s worse, aside from this glaring truth, is how quickly these emotions made me come. I’m so embarrassed by both my feelings and actions that I don’t know how to face him.
Then I feel Milo trailing soft kisses across my arm. He rocks his hips and turns back to look at me with the stars still in his eyes.
“You’ll stay inside me until you’re ready to fuck me into the couch, won’t you?” he asks sweetly.
There’s no shame or condemnation for my lack of stamina in his voice.
Just sweetness.
A request that’s filled with understanding, and a display of need that gets me right in the middle of my chest.
I take his lips, and everything falls into place again.
